Tuesday, 5 October 2010

Cancelled

Op cancelled, for the third time now. I've been waiting since the end of May.

This time I got as far as the operating theatre, in gown and stockings, before being informed that I wouldn't be going through the doors - they'd run out of intensive care beds. So at least four surgeons are also twiddling their thumbs this afternoon.

Anyway. Cup of tea.

10 comments:

malty said...

What are they doing Gaw, stress testing you?

worm said...

NOOO

Its almost like a Woody Allen movie or something

surely they can't keep doing this to you with no comeback???

Gaw said...

The NHS is a very strange beast - a brand new hospital (UCH) that doesn't have a single spare bed, which means a few teams of highly paid surgeons are unable to work. Go figure.

But the silver lining has turned up: T has just pointed out I get to watch Masterchef after all - and they're doing hollandaise tonight.

Brit said...

Oh yes, I forgot to say in my email: Masterchef is cancelled. They're showing 'Football: The Britpop Years' instead...

Anonymous said...

At least you have a reprieve from hospital food, even if you were quite into the ethnic choices during your last sojourn.

Thinking of you x

Gaw said...

Brit: That's very nicely calibrated. I really can't think of much else I'd hate to watch.

Thanks Nonie.

Hey Skipper said...

Damn.

Gadjo Dilo said...

Oh 'eck.

Recusant said...

It's like being in the army: Hurry and Wait. Although, whilst still getting the fear, you are deprived of any compensating adrenalin buzz.

zmkc said...

I've wasted all my positive thought power, imagining you going under the knife, while you've been skiving. Disgusted of Chipping Sodbury via Budapest. PS When have they got you down for next? The stress and then the anti-climax must be bloody awful.